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艾德温·摩根:一根烟

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没有你就不抽烟,我的火。
自你走后,
你的香烟在我烟灰缸上幽光灼灼
散发出一丝袅袅灰色,如此安静。
我微笑着心想有谁会相信它意味着
那样多的爱。一根香烟
在不抽烟的人的烟灰缸里。
当最后一圈螺线
颤悠悠升起,一股突然的气流
吹得它向我的脸蜿蜒。
这味道来自嗅觉还是味觉?
你又来到这儿了,你烟丝的双唇令我沉醉。
将灯关掉。
让烟回到黑暗中躺下。
烟灰将落到黄铜花朵间,
在我听到它的叹息之前,
我将呼吸你最后的吻,在午夜过后很久很久。



One Cigarette

No smoke without you, my fire.
After you left,
your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray
and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey
I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal
of so much love. One cigarette
in the non-smoker’s tray.
As the last spire
trembles up, a sudden draught
blows it winding into my face.
Is it smell, is it taste?
You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips.
Out with the light.
Let the smoke lie back in the dark.
Till I hear the very ash
sigh down among the flowers of brass
I’ll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss.
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